In the telemancer's senses, a few people flashed by at the edge of the sensing range. The minds of these people take on completely harmless wavelengths, and on the surface there seems to be nothing wrong with them, but precisely because of this, it is strange.

Generally speaking, anyone's mind is intricate, so simple that people who have only one kind of thought, there may be in fairy tales, but there is certainly no zài in reality. No matter how noble and pure a person is, it is impossible that he has never had dirty and dark thoughts in his heart, and everyone has a beast in his heart that he only knows about himself.

And the thoughts of those few people don't seem to be like this for a while. Although there is no malice at all on the observation, and there is no deliberate conspiracy to hide, it seems very fake, as if it is some kind of disguise. Normal people have complicated thoughts, and all kinds of thoughts emerge in endlessly, even if a person is completely free from malicious thoughts for a while, it is impossible for so many people to be like this.

Magical camouflage, that's the only explanation Muhadi can think of. When some psychic magic is applied, the person becomes like this, as if wearing a psychic mask. But who would do that? There are no combat survivors now, and the iron mines are full of guardian mages and gladiator soldiers loyal to Tyr. The only one who wants to disguise himself can be Tyr's enemies.

Since leaving Tyre, Muhadi has experienced great battles between elven and human tribes, long-distance pursuits, encounters with the Witch-King coalition, confrontations with the Starch Spencer Druids, and attacks on the Alliance's vanguards. Even though the Psychic Warlock's mental tenacity was unbelievably strong, he felt a little tired and didn't really want to have another incident. There were so many people in the iron mine, even if he didn't make a move, other people would always be able to detect the abnormality. At least that ** division Kotander should be able to see through the position of this level.

But he didn't want to pay attention to these people, and they didn't seem to intend to let him hide like this. After a while, he noticed that the group had not gone far, but was coming towards the building, not knowing what to do.

There were about a dozen people in this group, and they only observed from the perspective of psionic energy, and could not see more details. Muhadi changed his technique, feeling the slightest vibration from the ground. Because of synaesthesia, tiny vibrations seem to psychic warlocks to have sounds and colors, and they are hard to miss.

These men were heavy on their feet, and they certainly carried a lot of weapons, and they may even have worn a lot of armor. It could be a caravan guard, or it could be an adventurer who came to Tyre to find work and had nothing to do. Both of these are as common here as grains of sand.

Muhadi hid the scimitar he had untied behind him and continued to observe. The men walked to a room next to him, almost making Muhati think they were coming for him, holding the handle of the scimitar with one hand, but in the end they just stayed in the next room and did not come.

Now the situation has become strange, and the psychic warlock wanted to have a good rest, but this group of weirdos ended up living next door, and it was really difficult not to notice them. In addition, although there is no direct door between the two rooms, it is easy to get to and from the corridor outside.

Muhadi's mind moved, and the oil lamp in the room was immediately extinguished by the ability to manipulate things in the air, and the room was pitch black, and there was no movement at all. The oil lamp in this house was infused with insect repellent ingredients, and it burned with the smell of cat grass, and now that the lights were out, some small flying insects walked in again, circling back and forth in the black hole room. Perhaps due to the mating season, these flying insects gather together and circulate and fly like mosquito pillars on the earth.

The Psychic Warlock closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, but in fact he was watching the movement next door. A long time passed, and he remained motionless in his original position, looking as if he was asleep.

Since the people next door settled down, they even seemed to rest immediately, and they didn't move at all. There was no sound of conversation, and there was no sound of maintenance weapons.

Muhati thought it was a little strange, but then it dawned on him that those people were either using pen to talk or were using unknown means to isolate the sound, which is why this effect happened.

He hesitated slightly, if he rashly tried to use a more powerful technique, he might be detected by the person next door. If you leave it alone, it seems a bit unreasonable. After thinking about it for a while, he decided to simply push this thorny issue to Cotander and let the old mage handle it.

Having made a decision, he immediately got up, quietly walked outside the door and found a soldier on patrol. Then he told him that he hoped to be able to have a relationship with the ** division, but unfortunately due to the unresolved residual poison and the fatigue of the long battle, he could only wait for the ** division to come in his room. At the end, he added that if the ** master can't come, then it's okay to come to other senior guardian mages.

When he returned to the house, he had some nasty flying insects, so he used autosuggestion to control his discomfort and patiently waited for the arrival of the ** teacher.

After a while, Muhathir noticed that a lot of people were coming, and knew that it was Kotander coming, so he lit the oil lamp and sat down cross-legged.

Cotander didn't look very good, but he was still bright and bright, worthy of being the great guardian mage who taught Shatiri.

"How's it going, is the battle going well at the front?" Cotander, one of the oldest and most powerful supporters of the revolution, consulted on the situation at the front as soon as they met.

Muhadi replied finely, and gave a brief account of the situation in which Rikas and his men were fighting on the front line. The Psychic Warlock was clear in his mind and articulate, and quickly explained the current situation of the battle.

Cotander nodded and coughed lightly, "Well, I asked the soldiers who came back before. But what they say is not as clear as you say. It seems that the coalition forces did miscalculate this time, and let us hit us hard. ”

Muhati then asked about the Starh Spencer Druid. Cotander suddenly grimaced, explaining that for unknown reasons, he could not summon the soul of the dead, and that it was difficult to torture the thief. The examination of corpses is also somewhat confusing, and the Guardian Mages, although loyal and powerful, are not very proficient in dealing with criminal cases. If Lord Tessian or his men were here, it would be easier to do so. The former Templars were the best at finding clues to the prisoners.

"By the way," asked Cotander, "is there anything else you want to ask?"

"What about Fahd?" Muhadi asked, "why didn't I see him when I came back?"

"He's in contact with reinforcements. Cotander gave a strange answer.

"What reinforcements?"

"Elven reinforcements, of course. "Didn't he have a magic sword called the High Cone, which is said to have a special meaning for the elves, and he used it to recruit many of the elves who gathered here in your absence." Even some elven adventurers and caravan guards, after seeing him take out that sword, they were willing to obey his command without hesitation, do you know what the reputation of that sword is?"

Muhadi almost forgot about this sword, but he didn't expect Fahd to have such a hand. "A relic of an ancient elven civilization, I don't know anything else. Where did Fahd go after that?"

"He said that you had contacted reinforcements from your tribe before, and that he was going to pick them up to strengthen the defenses here, and then he left with a lot of elves. ”

I see, Muhati thought. "One more thing, I think the person next door to this room seems a little strange, but I can't say why. I wonder if Lord Cotander can make an anomaly?"

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